If you live near SW Genesee Street, you already know summer here runs on more than one clock. There is the Junction clock, ticking Sunday to Sunday at the farmers market. There is the Admiral clock, which only rings a few Thursdays in July. There is the Seafair clock, which is inaudible for eleven months and then, for one weekend, rearranges your afternoon plans whether you asked it to or not.
Most neighborhood roundups treat these as one thing. They are not. The claim of this post is simple: for two Julys in a row now, Genesee Hill's physical footprint gets rewritten twice within three weeks, and the only people who move through it easily are the ones who know which weekend is which.
The Sunday you can set your week by
The one steady beat is the
